There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Covered with snowflakes.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
The birch stands among the jade.
In the flashing golden light
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around.
Sunset,
It turned to the snowy branches.
Another layer of silver brilliance. There is a birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Covered with snow,
Like covered with silver frost.
On the furry branch
The ice is full.
Like a skirt made of snow—
The tassels sparkled.
Birch trees are shrouded in
Dreamy silence,
Golden Mars,
Jump on the snowflake.
Sunset lazily
Shining around it,
Put more broken silver.
Spread all over the branches